You know, sometimes things just happen which make it hard to believe it's just a coincidence. Of course Delaney coming into my life when I was a discriminating ableist was one of those things and I am so grateful that a higher power believed in me and gave me the amazing gift of Delaney.
And something recently happened to Andrea and I, which yet again, leads me to believe the Universe or whatever higher power you may believe in has some sort of master plan for all of us.
When Andrea and I found out Peanut (aka Delaney in her earliest of stages – in the womb) had Down syndrome and the intended parents backed out, Andrea and I were not even remotely prepared in any way to have another baby.
Our families pressed for termination and abandoned us. We were truly alone in our journey, but soon realized we had a Guardian Angel. An older woman who was a member of the Swiss Club we belonged to had heard our story and began bringing anything and everything we needed, dropping them off on our doorstep. It was like Christmas for months! We would come home from running errands to find a high chair or a baby swing, bag after bag of clothing, toys, baby carriers and even diapers. These were all like-new hand me downs from her granddaughters which she could have easily sold for hundreds of dollars.
The woman had no expectations, only a smile on her face and a wave of her hand as if it were nothing when we ran into her.
A month ago at a Swiss function she told us her daughter was pregnant again. We were thrilled for her and told her we would be returning the baby stuff.
“Well we haven’t found out if the baby is a boy or girl,” she told us, not caring too much about getting the baby items back.
A month went by when Andrea’s cell phone rang. It was the woman.
Oh, we need to get together the baby things, I thought when Andrea told me it was the woman on the phone. I listened in on the conversation.
The woman had “news.” Her daughter had gone in for an ultrasound and the baby was in fact a girl. Then woman said “and…” she took a long pause, “they believe the baby has Down syndrome. Can you help my daughter?”